They are not miracle workers.
They work with prostituted women. They live into the lives of Roma. They pastor families. They carve out Jesus moments in cultures that are post-Christian, post-modern, post-Communist. They move into communities that have all but forgotten that hope still smiles on people like them. And they blow.
They blow the breath of Christ right across a continent that is dry and brittle with thirst for a God they believe is dead or unconcerned or corrupted or against them.
Pastors, youth leaders, missionaries from eleven countries where living like Jesus taught us to is a daily obedience. Often, they feel that they walk this lonely road as single sojourners.
Which is why we are meeting together in a flowering garden on other side of Budapest at the end of this month. We are coming together to soak in the sun of God’s presence, to listen and to hear His voice, to re-think, re-commit, re-start for another season of hard labor.
While Jay winged his way home from a weekend of ministry in Bulgaria, I packed four women who have lived in eleven different countries into a van in Hungary and we drove to a place called Vajta. We laughed – those deep belly laughs. And we prayed – those deep, soul prayers. And we believed – those deep faith beliefs; that God is bringing leaders from eleven countries to this one sunny moment for a chance to speak into their lives in new ways about
God’s unique design
Coffee shop and thrift shop and anti-trafficking and Roma ministries
Discipleship and evangelism and missions
and Holiness of life
I have found that sometimes a day in my life looks a lot like just planning a conference but with eyes of faith, I believe there are miracles on the horizon.